His Dark Obsession

Chapter 8: Him.

He did it. He touched her. Worse than that, he tried to fucking rape her. 

I'm going to kill him.

I wanted to last night when I had him on the floor, but my girl was my priority then; she always will be.

I've just left Bella's house, and I'm not wasting any time. I'm going straight to Dylan, and I'm going to end his life.

Finally having her in my arms last night felt like I was walking on the clouds. Her scent is sweet, like vanilla. Her hair felt so soft as I ran my fingers through it while she snored on my lap. She fell asleep almost instantly, and moved over to cuddle into me. It was sweetest shit ever. She probably hates herself right now for telling me to stay, if she can remember any of it. She's going to be in denial at first, but that's okay. My dove knows she wants me, and I will wait an eternity and longer for her to realise. She can't escape me, ever.

It's 6am, and I've just left Bella's house and am on my way to Dylan's. I know his party will still be going, especially since it's still dark at this time in the autumn mornings. I can't believe she disobeyed me and went to his party. I'll punish her for that later. She's got balls for that, and it makes her all the more addictive. My little dove has a feisty side, and I'm going to enjoy taming her. Only taming her for me however; I want to help her unleash her true feisty self to the world. I want to watch her strive like the dangerous woman she really is. God, after last night my obsession has only grew. I can't wait to watch the life drain from the eyes of the man who dared to touch what's mine.

As I see the big gates of the mansion, I pull back into the side road I was in before. It's well hidden by trees, and allows my black car to stay basically invisible. I open my car door, stepping out and tucking my silver blade into my back pocket. It has a black and red handle and a scorpion etched into the gloss wood. I pull my balaclava over my face, then make my way to the back of the mansion. 

Approaching the back garden, I can see through the glass back doors a few mortal drunk bodies struggling to stand straight, but majority of them are passed out on the couches. My eyes search for Dylan, and I soon see him walk into the garden with a cigarette in his hand. I tuck myself behind a thick tree as I watch, and after a few minutes his friends go back inside, leaving him alone. He takes a seat on a lounge chair, his back facing me. It's like he's setting himself up and he doesn't even realise. 

I keep my steps light and steady despite the racing of my heart due to the rage when I look at his scruffy face. The image of his hand touching what's mine plagues me like the black death, my poor girl too drunk to fight back. I didn't like seeing her like that, intoxicated and vulnerable. It made me want to scoop her up and keep her hidden from all the bad things that haunt her. I have this dying urge to protect her, but also see her become the strong woman I know she is and protect herself. One day she'll get there, and I'll be there for every up and down of it. Even when she is capable of protecting herself, I will always be there protecting her anyway. She is becoming my lifeline. Her soul is my oxygen, without it I would suffocate.

Dylan stays completely oblivious to my presence behind him as he continues to smoke the last of his cigarette. My hands reach out, one wrapping round his neck and the other tightly covering his mouth. I feel his muffled attempt of a shout against my palm as I drag him out the chair and stand him up. He goes to shout something but doesn't manage as my fist is already knocking him out cold; I'm getting de ja vu. 

I throw his unconscious body over my shoulder and head out the back gate. I can't wait for this fucker to look me in the eye as I take his life. I'll probably be doing a lot of other girls favours too, he's abused and raped that many. The world will be a better place without this waste of space taking up oxygen.